Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burglar Bars, artist - 2 Chainz.
Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burglar Bars |
As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face, I felt that I |
was in the presence of royalty. |
There’s a certain power presence that he gives |
off |
I tried to be, everything you want and need |
'Cause you got a deep title don’t mean that you deep |
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak |
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit |
And I’ve been lit ever since I sold nicks |
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that’s my apparatus |
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers |
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic |
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric |
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney |
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley |
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me |
Got at least 10 on me, I’m anti-phony |
My girl anti-bony and she get that money |
I bought all this shit, don’t go acting anti on me |
It’s Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think |
I bought a Tesla today, there’s nothing left in your tank |
I did everything except a fucking song with Jay |
But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye |
See my verses are better and my subject is realer |
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer |
And their son is that nigga, I’m no Black activist |
I’m a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss |
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench |
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp |
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp |
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim |
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock |
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh |
Yeah, you a miracle. |
Right now, if you hear this, you’re a miracle, |
I want you to know that. |
If you’re able to hear this right now, |
you are a miracle. |
Straight up, no kapp |
I’m more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance |
This the chance of your life, you ain’t prepared for your life |
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick |
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens |
Phone number unlisted |
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance |
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching |
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh |
I’m telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky. |
You don’t just bump into me. |
I’m a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro |
You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard |
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars |
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard |
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay |
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard |
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars |
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard |
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord |
Lord knows |
Woke up today, gave thanks |
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came |
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears |
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall |
One day |
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows |
That soulful trap music, man. |
Yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout Section 8, |
I’m talkin' 'bout the 'partments. |
You stay in the middle, someone stay on top |
of you, someone stay below you. |
What you know about grabbing a broom and shit |
and hitting upstairs like, «Y'all stop fucking stomping! |
Y’all stop walking so |
mothafuckin' hard!» |
Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us. |
Tru, trill shit |